I am suffering from deep depression and have been for a long time.
I recently lost a pet (a month ago ) and the pain has been completely unbearable to me . It was a pet rabbit that was given to me as a gift and that rabbit really loved me . And I loved it too. I have terrible grief as I feel like my depression has affected its happiness and even though I tried my best for it , I am worried my best wasn't good enough . In the month before he died I was doing a lot better with him and giving him more attention . But the week he got ill I just don't feel like I was on the ball enough with his illness . I live alone and I was feeling very unwell (stress/ depression / anxiety ) and also a tummy bug and bad back . I was also struggling with a lomy of issues of loosing my job / facing possible benefit sanctions because of this , serious money worries and splitting up with a guy I had been seeing who was completely blanking me .
I didn't really feel like there was anyone to call to help me so I had to deal with his illness on his own which I really wasn't up to with how I was feeling .
The only person who may have helped is my mom and I regret not asking for her help but she gets bullying attitude / arsey / plain crazy over illnesses / hospitals / vets and she doesent get understanding so in a stubborn mood I just didn't feel like I could handle her moods as I was at breaking point already and feeling xtrenely vulnerable and sensitive .
Without going into too much detail as would take too long , my rabbit didn't make it . I took him to the charity pdsa vets and I had to take him on train and taxis which was very upsetting as also I am an anxious traveller .
I keep churning everything over in my head . I loved this rabbit so much . I mean adored him . But he had been a victim of my depression just like I have . There were days when I left him in his cage all day because I was just numb with depression and couldn't function , days when I had to work when I was unwell with depression and again would leave him in his cage . It physically hurts my heart and body that my rabbit may have felt lonely or sad because of me . I have had another rabbit as company for him for past 2 years but he wanted attention off me .
I had plans to treat him like a king like he deserved and make him a massive indoor hutch setup where he would have more room , but i never managed to get it together for him in time which kills me . I suffer from fatigue and struggle to keep on top of housework as it is so everything gets put aside as I struggle to survive every day.
I just wanted him to have a fantastic life , not a mediocre life . And now it is too late to make it up to him .
I say to myself that my other pets are my only thing keeping me going .
I Am having suicidal thoughts on a daily basis which scares me as even though I have had them for years . I could always distinguish that they were just thoughts and part of my depression but even though I try and ignore these thoughts they feel like they are manifesting . I am worried that in the future there might come a time when I act upon them but at the moment that still seems unlikely . I go through a lot of phases where I wish I had cancer because at least I would get attention and sympathy for how ill I actually am and get more support . And thEn I would either die or get better .
I am suffering from terrible grief and regret on top of my anxiety and depression and even though it has been a month I have hardly got out of bed and have cried so much everyday . I loved that rabbit with all my heart and we did have a lot of cuddles . I guess he was definitely an emotional support animal . I just want to turn the clock back . I need him back . The fact I have anoTher rabbit doesent make me feel any better at all .
I am cut off from all my friends and family and hardly see anyone . This has been something that has gone on for years .
I see people post about depression and they have a family / kids husband and this seems to me like a high functioning depression . Mine is so bad I will spend days in bed just sleeping and I can't physically do anything .
I hate the way depression is a mental illness so it effects your judgement and when I get things wrong and make mistakes I hate myself so much even thoUgh I know I'm ill.
I don't think from ththe outside anyone realises quite how ill I am as I can put on an act and a brave face .
I also have agoraphobia so leaving my home feels so hard . But having people around me feels unbearable a lot of The time . But I am so lonely .
I feel so messed up I doubt Melyself if I can ever get properly back on track or whether these Deamons will live with me for as long as I do .